Lyrics:
know
(Before I leave home)
So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb
Just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, ya heard
That's the word
'll find on the way down the line
that I'm free, free to be me.
Black night is a long way from home.
Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
When she was
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
Said my girl hate when i stay out late
Want me come home eat like a dinner plate
But i got Plays to make
Girl i'm going be home late
Yeah Yeah
Be
sleep
Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy
Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
A buddha session, learn your lesson
Or get blasted by
(ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (what?)
I send her home (home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
sleep
Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy
Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
A buddha session, learn your lesson
Or get blasted by
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
I was gifted
But nothing I was given, so I took my limits
And I pushed to get it, been through hell
I was sinning, said I’d fail but when you hellbent
When I ride by, Oh My God when I ride by
Don't sweat these hoes, they come and go
Be running home when money's low
I get chose, different hoes
I wear
And now it’s time to quit.
But she got bored of being on top,
It’s really time to stop.
Superstar wanna get home,
Superstar wanna get home.
That’s right.
home
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I in the air
Take
sweeping, sweeping
But not sleeping or not weeping after I left
So I came back home wondering about her
And she said, hello mister; and when I said, do you
crazy man, I gotta get it right
15 years old I was looking at juvenile life
21, I ain't coming home for a long time
And my bitches steady writing but
That
just might
Go down and eat it all night
I'mma do your body right, ight
Soon as I get home, I'll be fucking you
Assume the position baby
Soon as I
By the time I was home
I was feeling bad
Never the less I go mine
Straight out of bed
I was feeling my head
But I'm
So, tired I just got
Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye"
Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
something
Like the lines of:
When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For
away for long
she calls me on the phone
I jump up when I hear her voice
then I'm alright
'Til my baby comes home
I get weak in the knees
my
of our own
When I get home
Umm when I get home (baby)
Yeah, 5,000 miles from you, baby
Is far I know
But just remember this, baby
Wherever you go
I get mine
My soldier right by side
My fire, you feed it
Give it to me when I need it
I'm all yours, so take me
Good god, this love's amazing
devoted
I need a promotion
Boy, when I get home, I'mma work hard
'Cause you work hard like I do
I'mma work hard when I get home
'Cause I work hard
I'm building a home
I'm building a home
It has been a long time without a place called home, the plan is to get the dollars and build a home
I
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